Jessica Fraser was once a famous swimsuit model. At the height of her fame she fell in love with and married the lead singer of a pop band. Now in herJessica Fraser was once a famous swimsuit model. At the height of her fame she fell in love with and married the lead singer of a pop band. Now in her late forties she lives a comfortable life as wife, mother and small-time writer. Until her best friend springs a surprise on her. A get-together with fashion world friends includes some CFNM (clothed female nude male) fun and games. Jessica is embarrassed to be pampered by nude men, but it sows the seeds of an obsession which will change her life. When she discovers that her young gardener Adam has a crush on her, it isn't long before he's doing the gardening naked and they are frolicking amongst the gladioli.
This is Cassie Caine's first full-length novel. Her other books have been novellas. And more than ever before the emphasis is on humour. Jessica is a very relatable heroine, warm-hearted but lacking in confidence. We care about her happiness and that of the other main characters. But they find themselves engaging in all sorts of intrigues which lead to some farcical situations. There is a lot going on in this story, and Jessica is not its only CFNM cougar.
The story is often very erotic, but the sex drives the plot rather than the plot being an excuse to get from one sex scene to another. If I had any dissatisfaction with the book it is only that I would have liked to find out what happened next for the characters. Perhaps a sequel is in order.
I highly recommend this book to anyone who likes an erotic novel which keeps them on the hook wondering what could possible happen next, and also those who like a fruity laugh....more
It all started as a lark when Philbert created a nano-technology formula which turned women into big-breasted fellatio-obsessed bimbos. But, over theIt all started as a lark when Philbert created a nano-technology formula which turned women into big-breasted fellatio-obsessed bimbos. But, over the course of the Bimbo Maker series, it would come to have major consequences for the politics of male/female relations in the U.S. and elsewhere.
Now, the tale reaches planetary dimensions as the formula is the only hope we have to stave off an alien invasion. Green blobs disguised as bimbos are flooding Los Angeles and only Philbert's formula can reveal and explode these interlopers. Think of it as Invasion of the Booby Snatchers.
Janno Jones has once again created a brief but action-packed cartoonish extravaganza.
What will be next. I'm still betting on Bimbos in Space....more
This is a coffee-table book of horror movie posters, covering the history of the genre from the silent days until the time of the book's publication,This is a coffee-table book of horror movie posters, covering the history of the genre from the silent days until the time of the book's publication, with short comments on many of the films by prominent writers of horror fiction or horror film criticism. It is organised chronologically and includes posters from a variety of countries. The films themselves are mostly from the U.S. or Britain, but there is a sprinkling of titles from other nations. A few titles were made-for-television.
It's fun to leaf through the book and think about the way the horror film has evolved, with different strands weaving in and out and taking different forms - vampires, ghosts, zombies, possession... Forms would change and key films would send out offshoots. Before 1968, zombies were produced by voodoo, but Night of the Living Dead was a dominant mutation which produced a overwhelming proliferation of clones and variations. A basic idea would take a variety of different forms - vampires could be hideously bestial as in Nosferatu (1922), sinisterly seductive as in Dracula (1931), romantic and sexy as in Interview with the Vampire (1994) or comical as in Dracula: Dead and Loving It (1995). Some films would chill your marrow with what they left mysterious - Cat People (1942) or The Haunting (1963) - others would churn your stomach with explicit depictions of cruelty and gore - e.g. Hostel (2005). In the forties a sequel meant Frankenstein Meets the Wolfman (1943), in the eighties a sequel meant Friday the Thirteenth, Part VII - The New Blood (1988). While it is easy to be cynical, each decade has produced its share of films to treasure.
The choice of films covered is certainly open to question. The Mask of the Red Death (1964) is the only film included from Roger Corman's Edgar Allan Poe series, and yet all seven Howling movies are presented. And such key films as Scream (1996), The Blair Witch Project (1999) and Saw (2004) are notable by their absence. The latter part of the book does seem to be dominated by sequels and remakes, which is perhaps an accurate depiction of what we were (and are) faced with, but did every film in the Friday the Thirteenth, Nightmare on Elm Street and Texas Chainsaw Massacre series need to be represented? The posters are fun to look at though, so I'm not particularly bothered.
The inclusion of posters from European and Asian countries sometimes allows for a fascinating glimpse into artistic styles unique to those regions. This is less true in the latter part of the book as painted posters have become less common.
There is a playful introduction by David J. Skal in which he talks about the experience of being a gay horror movie fan fascinated by the poster artists' obsession with boobs. And an afterword by horror novelist Chelsea Quinn Yarbro in which she examines the advantages and disadvantages of movies compared to prose for conveying horror.
The comments by famous writers which accompany many of the posters provide a great deal to the book's appeal, whether it is Ramsey Campbell rhapsodising about the films of Val Lewton, Mort Castle confessing to having been scared by a late night showing of Plan Nine from Outer Space or John Kenneth Muir reflecting on community spirit and the lack thereof as depicted in two different giant ant movies.
I was a bit taken aback when I started to read L. Andrew Cooper's comment attached to a poster of Exorcist II : The Heretic (1977) beginning : "I came to this one as an adult, knowing that it routinely makes people's scariest-of-all-times lists..." Huh? Exorcist II : The Heretic? I've heard people call it one of the stupidest horror movies of all time, but never one of the scariest. Then, reading on, I realised that the comment had been put in the wrong place. It was supposed to go with the poster of Dario Argento's Suspiria (1977) further down the page....more
Michael Bay, as a director, has brought us over-long soulless blockbusters big on explosions, and as a producer, uninspired retreads of popular horrorMichael Bay, as a director, has brought us over-long soulless blockbusters big on explosions, and as a producer, uninspired retreads of popular horror films, many of them already bled dry of any interest by a plethora of sequels. Where can you find a movie fan who doesn't like to bitch about Bay? And that is what Ian Watson does in this book. Some of his other books are great for discovering hilariously off-the-wall obscurities, but not here. This is more in the nature of a cathartic diatribe about movies with which we are all too familiar. Not that Watson is always critical. He gives Bay credit where credit is due. It just isn't due very often. And then he wraps up the book with an introduction to his theory that the downfall of the modern horror film has been brought on by an over-reliance on emulating Scooby Doo, a theory he has extrapolated upon in five more ebooks....more
This second volume in Candace Mia's very long running 18 and... series tells the story of Krista, an 18-year-old with a sexy body and minimal academicThis second volume in Candace Mia's very long running 18 and... series tells the story of Krista, an 18-year-old with a sexy body and minimal academic potential. She receives the kind of career counselling from her step-brother that she never would have from a school guidance counsellor.
If it weren't so playful this story might have been unpleasantly sleazy. It's not to be taken too seriously, and ends up being charmingly cheeky....more
It's likely that you've seen a bunch of the movies reviewed in this book. Some of them you probably wish you hadn't. Once again, Ian Watson boldly pluIt's likely that you've seen a bunch of the movies reviewed in this book. Some of them you probably wish you hadn't. Once again, Ian Watson boldly plunges into the wasteland of worthless cinema. At least that's the idea. Not everyone will agree on his assessments. Personally, I'm a fan of The Colour of Night and Sorority Row. Still, I'm glad to see him kicking a bit of the stuffing out of the over-rated Black Swan. You'll find a few old trash favourites like Dracula Vs. Frankenstein, but mostly in this volume he's concentrated on the miasma of the mainstream....more
The frustrating thing about being a fan of Ian Watson is that he is rarely content to publish anything only once, and often publishes variant versionsThe frustrating thing about being a fan of Ian Watson is that he is rarely content to publish anything only once, and often publishes variant versions of the same story. It’s deja vu all over again.
This evocatively titled book brings together two stories - Semen Demon (which has appeared also as a stand alone ebook - Semen Demon, though I can’t confirm whether that is the same version, and Greg’s Pecker Must Be Destroyed (which is a variation on a story which has previously appeared as Nymphomaniac Cop, Nymphomaniac Cop : Rise of the Monster and Satyromaniac Cop and as Nymphomaniac Cop in the collection Deeply Odd.)
What you get here are sleazy, gory, action-packed stories about killer genitals which reflect Watson’s obsessions with Frank Henenlotter movies, the Scooby Doo television show, Lucio Fulci and dissing Michael Bay.
I wasn’t so keen on the first part of Semen Demon because it deals with a whole bunch of soldiers whose identities I had trouble keeping straight. When the action introduces about ten characters at once who are all soldiers, more care needs to be put into establishing their personalities or giving them distinguishing characteristics, otherwise it is just a bunch of names and keeping track of who is doing what requires more effort than it should. Still, it has some funny moments and effective scenes of horror, and I took a liking to the heroine.
The Smashwords edition I read didn’t contain Sex, Booze & Power Tools, unfortunately. Perhaps that was exclusive to the Kindle edition.
As I've indicated Greg’s Pecker Must Be Destroyed wasn’t entirely new to me, since I’ve read at least two previous versions of the same story, and I think there may be two more I haven't got to yet. This did have a bunch of action that was new to me, however, and a more developed relationship between hero and heroine. So it was worth the read, even with the familiar passages.
Has Watson finished with this story? Perhaps, given the variations he has worked in the plot in previous versions, he could weave them all together and create an R. L. Stine-style Choose-Your-Own-Adventure book.
One minor detail I couldn’t help but notice. There is a sentence which begins “Seymour crashed at the statue’s base and lay a while…” This scene is set in the porn production area of Los Angeles. So what statue is being referred to? The answer may lie in the fact that, in previous versions of the story this same scene took place at the base of the Statue of Liberty in New York.
Have I whetted your appetite to read this book? Tough luck. It appears to be no longer available. The lesson? If you are an Ian Watson completist, be sure to grab his books soon after publication. (And note that he is also writing as Duane Bradley.)...more
If you've read any of Ian Watson's movie review ebooks you will know that he isn't keen on remakes, so it is a little ironic that he has a habit of reIf you've read any of Ian Watson's movie review ebooks you will know that he isn't keen on remakes, so it is a little ironic that he has a habit of repackaging and reworking his own writing. Those of us who are keen to read all of it are prone to more than the occasional bout of the de jevus.
Here he has brought together four of his horror short stories (at least a couple available elsewhere) and added a wrap-around tale, just like in one of those Amicus horror movies, .e.g. Dr. Terror's House of HorrorsDr. Terror's House of Horrors.
Nymphomaniac Cop has been a work in progress for some time. He has released a number of elaborations on the central plot idea. I believe the version included here is about the third. It's the tasteless story of a crazed penis on the loose, full of homages to cult horror and exploitation movies and personalities. It's the most substantial story in the collection.
Snuff is a nostalgic trip back to the video store, where a psychopath is given a unique way to transcend death.
Father's Day is an enjoyably hardboiled one gag short.
Human Resources was one of his earliest short stories, one with a political bent.
The wrap-around story is a lark, giving the author a chance to poke a bit of fun at himself (get in before his critics perhaps). The stories are presented as the work of a best-selling author, Nick Blake. A rival author, seeing himself as a kind of Salieri to Blake's Mozart perhaps, breaks into his house and expresses contempt for the crassness of Blake and his writing as he waits to murder him.
It helps to be a fan of horror and exploitation movies when reading these stories, e.g. when we are introduced to soft-porn queen Musty Mindy, but even the uninitiated may find it appealingly appalling. ...more
Here is what I said on this topic in How to be Free. Actually, I'm not sure if any cartoonist had been killed at the time I wrote it. I think I was thHere is what I said on this topic in How to be Free. Actually, I'm not sure if any cartoonist had been killed at the time I wrote it. I think I was thinking of Kurt Westergaard, who is still alive :
There was a case of certain individuals from a particular religious faith who were so offended by a depiction of their central prophet in some cartoons that they killed the cartoonist. In so doing they proclaimed to the world that that faith was incapable of giving them the strength to cope with ridicule. Some have been happy to be martyred for their beliefs because they sensibly recognised that, when execution is the only response one's enemies have left, the moral battle has been won. If one is killed because of one's beliefs alone, that is a strong admission of failure on the part of those who do the killing. On the other hand a faith so weak that it is not sufficient unto itself but requires that others tiptoe around it for fear of hurting it, knows deep down that it is a lie. Violence in the service of religion, from witch burnings to inquisitions to crusades to terrorism, has always been an expression of the fear that comes from weak faith....more